"No, the man who tested your knife, the one with a bandana over his hair and another around his neck. I was standing right next to him, and he said, 'Weetch girl! Weetch girl!' Did you know you're a witch girl?"
"Oh, no!" Cindy groaned.
"Oh, yes," Alec teased. "Wonder what he'd say if he knew that when you press the handle of that knife just right, the blade slides back into it and a squirt of catsup jumps out?"
"Alec," Cindy was thoughtful, "did you notice anything strange about that man?"
"He looked like an Indian."
"Do you remember what old Mrs. Bevers said when we left Missouri?"
"Sure. She said, 'Luck will follow you if you beware a man with cat's eyes.'"
"Alec, that man had cat's eyes!"
"Aw now, Cindy!"